My father took pity on us. He packed me in the car to go and get the Hero. At 8:30 pm we picked the puny looking Hero up and started home. Since the Hero was not holding things down on his stomach, (my nice way of putting it.) my father decided it would be best if I drove his car and he drove the Hero in the Hero's car. With a few stops on the way, we found ourselves winding through the Arbuckle Mountains at 11:50 pm. My father signaled to pull over at a rest stop. We waited until Midnight. I got to give the Hero a kiss for our First New Year. An embrace was exchanged with the kiss and then we proceeded to my father's home. It was so worth the drive. I was grateful to my father for his thoughtfulness and it was a memory worth keeping.
This next month I will be helping the Hero's sister. She has sustained an injury to her foot and will not be able to take care of herself for a while. I am sorry she is hurt, but...(wiggling eyebrows) I am excited about spending time hearing early Hero stories. ; )